Page 168 of Untamed

And she does. Her hips rock back and forth, and her body convulses, her cunt clenching around my fingers as she comes with a scream that I quickly silence with my other hand, pressing it over her mouth to muffle the sound. Her eyes are widewith shock and pleasure as she rides out her orgasm, her body trembling with the force of it.

But I’m not done with her yet. Not even fucking close.

His weight is above me, his mouth trailing fire across my throat, his body pressed to mine like he can’t get close enough, like if there were a way to crawl inside me, he would.

We shouldn’t do this.

We can’t.

But wewill. Because there is something in this moment that has me gripped in a chokehold.

He’s right there, hard,bare, waiting.

Waiting for permission. And I should be smart and tell him to stop. Maybe I should care that we have no protection.

But I don’t.

Instead, I whisper the one thing I need more than air right now.

“Say you’re mine.” His eyes flick up to mine, pupils blown wide, expression cracked open like he wasn’t expecting that. “Say it,” I breathe, curling my fingers around the back of his neck. “You’re mine.”

His voice is gravel and soaked in sin. “I’m yours.”

I nod, heart thundering. “Only mine.”

He growls...deep and primal. “Only yours.”

Then he thrusts in, slow and thick and bare, and every breath leaves my lungs in a shattered gasp.

Our bodies lock. Our mouths collide. And in that moment, nothing exists but us. Just skin and heat and the words we can’t stop saying.

“Fuck, I’m yours,” he mutters again, voice ragged.

And God help me, I believe him with every fibre, every nerve burning in my body.

We move in a rhythm that feels like the earth shifting beneath us, like we're creating our own universe in this small room. The intensity of his gaze never wavers, dark and consuming and I let myself get lost in the raw passion and connection that surges between us.

As he whispers to me again, “There’s no one else, Bambina. Only you. Alwaysyou.” I feel a surge of emotion so powerful it takes my breath away. It's not just desire or lust...it's something so much more profound, something primal that binds us together in ways I never thought were possible.

“I’m close...” he groans, his thrusts slowing to a deep grind. His forehead presses to mine, slick with sweat, jaw locked tight. “Fuck, baby… I need to pull out.”

I don’t know why, but instead of letting him pull out, I tighten my legs around his waist. “Don’t.”

His body stiffens. His breath catches. “Jordyn?—”

“Stay,” I whisper. “Please.” He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, and somethingferalflickers behind his.

“You’ll get pregnant,” he growls, in warning, like a promise.

“I don’t care,” I breathe.

His nostrils flare. The muscles in his jaw tick almost violently.

“I do,” he grits. “I care too fucking much.”

My legs tighten around him again and I roll my hips, slow and deliberate, pulling him deeper.

His breath punches out of him. His fingers dig into the sheets on either side of my head. “Jordyn, stop,” he rasps, voice ragged and furious with need. “Stop, bambina... fuck.”

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